My Real Estate Agent Screwed Me Hard
OK so you have read about all my housing drama. Problem after fucking problem that a decent real-estate agent (and not some dodgy, down-home friend of my brother) would have helped me identify and run from. Stupidly, having never bought a house before, I trusted him. He was a friend of my brother, after all.
- Recommend a banker for my mortgage? Sure! (Got a good interest rate, but cost me $1500 in legal fees from his shitty advice)
- Recommend a title company? Sure! (Same thing re: legal fees, from their “mistakes” in closing, leaving me with a somewhat dodgy transference issue with the title. Company was later fined for their business practices.)
- Recommend a building inspector? Sure! (Didn’t notice a hole in my foundation, the fact that most of my appliances fell off the back of a truck and thus were missing their serial #’s and that several of the windows in this place were practically ready to fall from their sashes. Also didn’t point out that the “three foot brick firewall” between these two row houses did not, in reality, exist.)
- Recommend a roofer to evaluate the roof? Sure! (Told me that the roof needed to be replaced, but “would hold up for now” Roof started leaking the week that I moved in. Also told me, in answer to my specific query, that the [nonexistent] three-foot firewall extended right up through the roof, yes sir. Those two roofs were NOT connected, they were separate roofs. Yup.)
So I was checking out my house on Google Earth. It’s finally been updated so this picture was taken after I moved in. (BTW if you are interested in and able to use this image to track down my house and come and kill me, then good. You’ve got skills and time on your hands. Bring it.)
Here’s what you’re looking at - the top picture is the plain bird’s-eye view of the building.
The left (bottom of the picture) side of the building is mine. The right side was occupied by Charles the Burglar & Family, but since their eviction has become the property of some guy who intends to “flip” it. Mostly through painting it really hard.
In the lower picture I have added a helpful big red line to indicate where the three-foot brick firewall would be if it weren’t a figment of real-estate imagination.
I’ve also circled what I (admittedly no roof expert) would identify as… hmmm… a massive fucking problem on my roof, coincidentally right above where I am experiencing some leaking issues.
In the meantime, Dodgy McRealtor & His Wacky Band of Miscreant Pals are off screwing the next chick who knows jack-all about buying a house.
If I had known better I would have checked, I would have found my own experts, I would have Trusted No One, I would have been on my hands and knees inspecting this house from top to bottom my own damn self. But I didn’t know. (And I only had what, 20-something days? Whatever.)
All I am saying is that I hope this guy eventually receives the full karmic repercussion of his way of doing business. That’s all.
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I’d recommend you get a lawyer, but I think you’ve already been screwed enough. *hug*